by Chanel Cleeton
Series: Wild Aces #1
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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From the author of the Capital Confessions Novels comes the first in the steamy Wild Aces Romance series.
U.S. Air Force fighter pilot Noah Miller—call sign Burn—loves nothing more than flying hard and fast. When he meets a gorgeous and sassy woman while partying in Las Vegas, he immediately locks on to her.
Jordan Callahan owns a thriving clothing boutique, but her love life is far less successful. Her luck changes when six feet, two inches of sexy swagger asks her to dance and turns her world upside down.
One scorching weekend becomes an undeniable chemistry that they can’t leave in Vegas. But the long distance relationship and their different lives threaten to ground their romance. And when the dangers of Noah’s job become all too real, Jordan learns being with a fighter pilot means risking it all for a shot at love…
Fly With Me by Chanel Cleeton is the first in a new contemporary military romance called Wild Aces. The series will feature men from the U.S. Air Force squadron the “Wild Aces.” Fly with Me features thirty-three year old career pilot Noah Miller and Jordan Callahan a thirty-year-old clothing boutique owner who meets Noah while on a bachelorette party for her baby sister is Vegas. Sexy, heated and filled with heart, tears and swoons I devoured their story in a single sitting.
Coffee Dates with Fly With Me
- First Date: Jordan is the maid of honor for her younger sister’s wedding and they are enjoying time in Vegas. Out clubbing, they meet Noah and his fellow squadron member Easy. The attraction between Noah and Jordan is off the charts and from the moment they dance, we know we are in for an intense ride. I loved the banter and teasing between them. Despite the obvious chemistry, Jordan does not go back to his room that night. She is hoping for more than just a one-night stand. Instead, she lets Noah pursue her. I loved that Jordan is older and confident in all areas of her life. Noah wants a life partner but knows his job makes it difficult. Not many woman want to spend holidays and birthdays alone. What begins as a few hot romantic nights together turns into something, more and I cannot wait to see where it leads.
- Second Date: Noah’s stationed in Oklahoma, she lives in Florida but the two feel a connection and decide to see if they stick. The chemistry is off the charts and my kindle overheated as these two tangled. I enjoyed the steamy details but also enjoyed their conversations, interaction with family and meeting the men of the Wild Aces. Loving a military man is not an easy thing and Cleeton has done her homework. Drama was nil as these two discussed things and communicated their feelings.
- Third Date: Both Noah and Jordan are strong, independent and so darn cute together. Cleeton made us feel as if we are a part of this couple and squad. Twists, turns and complications in this last date had me giggling, shedding tears, and hoping to find a happy place. I cried buckets people! Ugly tears. View Spoiler »Ugly tears were not due to the relationship, but other threads concerning the Wild Aces squadron. « Hide Spoiler To me that is a good indicator of just how invested the author had me. Secondary characters were developed and I cared for them as much as our couple did. Fly With Me gave me all the feels, swoons and connections I could hope for in a romance. I ended this date smiling and eager for more Wild Aces stories.
Grab some truffles, a glass of wine and turn of your phone because Fly with Me offers one heck of a ride.
Read an Excerpt of Fly With Me
I was straddling the dating equivalent of the Loch Ness monster, Bigfoot, and the Chuapacabra all rolled into one, and holy shit, I could die happy if I spent every day with him between my legs.
I’d never met anyone like him. Ever.
I’d dated guys who acted like a two-year cell phone contract was too much of a commitment. This guy had basically given his adult life to serving his country and he acted like it wasn’t a big deal. He wasn’t trying to impress me or make himself look good. He just answered my questions with nonchalance, as though normal people moved all the freaking time, and went to war, and risked their lives. As if it was easy to sign away large chunks of your life. It gave a completely new meaning to the word “sacrifice.”
“How do you do it?” I asked, our hands still joined, my throat clogged with no small amount of awe. The fighter pilot thing might not have impressed me all that much, but his dedication definitely did.
“All of it. It just seems like you’re giving up a lot. Do you ever regret it? Do you ever wish you could do something else or have a little more freedom?”
He shrugged, his stomach muscles rippling with the movement.
“It’s a job like anything else. There are days that I get pissed off, days that I’m sick of the life. But I do it because I love it. There’s nothing like the feeling I get when I’m in the cockpit. I’d put up with anything for that. I joined the military because I wanted to serve, because I believe in the mission. But honestly, it’s not that altruistic. I have one of the coolest jobs in the world, and I love it.” His eyes darkened, his voice going all husky again. “Nothing else has ever given me the same high I get when I’m in the jet.”
God, he was intense, in the best possible way. It would have been easy to focus on the flashy watch, or the cocky glint in his eyes, or the fact that he definitely looked like he had game and was in the market to score. But beneath that, I saw a guy who carried an enormous responsibility on his shoulders.
“You’re not just a nice pair of biceps and a six-pack, are you?” I joked as I reached out, my hand resting on his stomach. My mouth went dry as I imagined kissing my way down those abs, licking, biting . . .
His smile uncurled, my nipples tightening with the wicked glint there. “Are you trying to get me naked?”
He pulled me down toward him, our faces inches apart. He nipped at my bottom lip and a shudder tore through my body.
“Good,” he murmured between our mouths.
He kissed me hard, his hand gripping the back of my head, tugging on my hair. His lips weren’t soft, his touch definitely not gentle. It was demanding—a kiss that yanked the lust right out of me until I was desperate for more. Our decision to go to Tao last night was beginning to feel like one of the top five decisions of my life.
Noah released my hair, his hands skimming down to my hips again, his fingers hooking under the ties of my bikini bottoms. When he’d toyed with me there before, it had driven me crazy. Now it wasn’t nearly enough.
Luckily, he seemed to agree.
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